Through the night city, through the wet asphalt
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Looking around, you go where you don't know yourself
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Past bars and houses, even past someone's dreams
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You think about her, your favorite music
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Chorus:
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The city is like an electric shock in our life we need current
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Behind the window of large showcases, dolls come to life
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The city is like an electric shock, pulls the trigger
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We pick up speed, lighting all the lights
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I know you hear my voice, it rushes over the earth
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and in every word I am yours and without you I am not the same
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(flying up, dreaming, I will see you, I know it)
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Hit on the radio wave, this is me singing to you
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We fly to heaven, like children we believe in miracles
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I would fly away with you Baybe
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Buying any ticket Hey
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London, Moscow, New York City, Sydney
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Even if not for a long time, at least for a few days
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And there is something else waiting for us
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we can relax, no one is embarrassed
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Stop
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Don't say no right away
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I'm only flying private jet
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I know the press will know about us
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I know thousands cannot do without your eyes
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I can't do without them, the answers are in ourselves
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If you are ready to divide the world into two
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Give me your hand because I'm with you already
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We write our own story
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Chorus:
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The city is like an electric shock in our life we need current
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Behind the window of large showcases, dolls come to life
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The city is like an electric shock, pulls the trigger
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We pick up speed, lighting all the lights |